I don't really know where to start with this story. It was in the Sun-Times, but is a Des Moines story. A painkiller and a sleeping pill to sleep at 20 years old? And was the boyfriend a tatoo artist with a tatoo gun ready and waiting beside the bed? This sounds odd to me. Her comments are hilarious, "At least he didn't flub it up." and "I'm just not going to see him again." Good choice.